I'm sick.

I'm home sick today. And I'm not faking it. I have a terrible head cold and I just discovered body aches this morning. Being sick yesterday prolonged my hangover recuperation, so that may be part of it too. Nevertheless it never ceases to amaze me what doesn't get done when I'm under the weather. The dogs didn't get out for 12 hours because football season started last night and Brandon was hypnotized. Went straight to bed without letting them out. This morning I got up and there was poop to clean up. A lot of it. (Did I mention that I'm sick?) FURTHERmore, there was a dead mouse in the mouse trap. I cleaned up the poop, but I'm not touching the mouse. I called Brandon at work and he's coming home on his lunch break to take care of it.